Alone, lonely people talk to themselves. In company, they often continue.

To avoid discord, never put two wise people in the same room.

Good deal: justice for you, mercy for me.

You are as happy as you think you are, but not necessarily as miserable as you imagine.

People often are unsure whether or not they are in love, but they generally know whether or not they are having sex.

Writing about an idea frees me of it. Thinking about it is a circle of repetitions.

Habit keeps my life going, with occasional pushes from desire.